In The Black. Tabulatur von August Greenwood (für Baryton)

[Verse]


F                                 

All of my friends with their 


      C     Cmaj7 


lives slowly falling to pieces

   F                                        

So I bite my tongue and I realize 

        C       Cmaj7 

I don't know what peace is

        F                                    

And the birds on the garden gate 

  C        Cmaj7 

are singing but I cannot hear them

       F                                        

And I stay within bedroom walls 

  C        Cmaj7 

patiently waiting to be near them


[Chorus]


F                     C

Oh, I've fallen down a well

       Cmaj7          F

With a ladder made of vines

                        C

And I can't move either leg

           Cmaj7                 F

But all my friends can climb out fine

                   Fm

So I'll watch them climb

[Verse]

F                                         

Picking apart every word 

  C        Cmaj7 

that you say so I get it (I get it)

F                                         

Trying to bargain with demons that 


  C        Cmaj7 

I know I'll regrеt it (regret it)

   F                                            
       
My blood splatterеd on the trees, from

  C        Cmaj7 

miles away I can feel you

   F                                        

It took all my energy to finally 

  C        Cmaj7 

discover the real you

[Chorus]

        F                       C

Oh, I'm tired of falling down a well

       Cmaj7          F

With a ladder made of vines

                        C

And I can't move either leg

           Cmaj7                 F

But all my friends can climb out fine

                   Fm

So I'll watch them climb

[Bridge]

      F              Fm             

And I notice you so desperately 

C                     C7 

waiting for me to come back

       F                   Fm            

In the darkest parts of my memories, 

C                     C7 

I'm there with you in the black

F                 Fm

When did I get so old?

C                          C7

When did my hands start to crack from the pressure

F              Fm

To make myself palatable?

         C                   D

I'm just getting by with the hope

          F

That I'll escape from the well

                        Fm

Taking my time from the center of hell
                               C                                         D

I'll watch myself climb and as I see 

the light of a fire that stands all alone


     F                      Fm                   
  
I'll see the world has been 

C 

waiting for me to come home

C Cmaj7

[Verse]

F                                             
 
Scrubbing the skin where you 

   C        Cmaj7 

touched me until I'm exhausted

  F                                             

I still feel the weight of your 

     C      Cmaj7 

words in the air like I'm haunted

  F                                         
         
I stare out at the trees and 

     C      Cmaj7 

wonder where I'd be if I gave in

F                                           

Would I ever leave or would 

   C    Cmaj7 

I still be in your haven

F

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